My Three Mates

2

I don’t remember blacking out, I don’t remember much of anything. I am lying on my stomach, the burning and stinging sensation still very prominent. I hear someone step close to me, and I become instantly aware.

“Relax, Mate.” I hear a deep, but soothing voice say. I feel him come closer to me and I don’t dare lift my eyes up to meet his stare. He sighs, I can feel his intense stare at my back, and growls lowly.

His hand falls casually on my back, and my whole body screams out in pain. I whimper, but he doesn’t remove his hands. He pours a liquid on my back, gently rubbing it into my wounds. The burning sensation returns, and I struggle desperately to get away from him. Why is my mate hurting me? Tears brim my eyes as I squirm uncomfortably underneath the pain. Soon, the pain relinquishes into a cool sensation. His hands move in circular motions on my back, rubbing it into the marks on my back. After I spend a moment lying still under his careful hands, he steps backwards.

The pain in my back is gone, the only thing remaining is a buzzing sensation. Clenching the sheets below me, I pull my body upright, using the sheets to cover my chest, offering very little modesty.

“What did you do?” I ask, my voice hoarse from the screams and cries from earlier.

“You didn’t deserve to be hurt,” he stated, his face wiped clean of any emotion that might betray what he was feeling. His hand falls casually on the bed, causing the mattress to sink slightly. “My sister is a vengeful little thing.” He sighs whilst running his hands through his dark hair.

“You didn’t answer my question,” I mutter, slightly annoyed at the current predicament I am facing. He smirks, it’s a simple movement that looks good on him, nonetheless.

“When a woman demands answers, that means she wants answers,” he says. Moments later his voice, smooth and calculating. He stares at me like I’m an experiment, observing me. He is trying to figure me out.

“People these days really don’t know how to avoid answering a question, do they?”

He chuckles, it’s a dark yet sweet sound. “I suppose they don’t.” He pauses momentarily, taking an unnecessary breath. “It’s ambrosia created by a witch many years ago, made for healing. I never really held a purpose for it seeing as my body can regenerate quite nicely, but it seems now I do.” He gestures to me as he finishes speaking, throwing me clothes, his eyes meet mine, “Now my little hybrid, time to feed.”